The mind is our mystery, but full knowledge is there.
The aching in the world leaves my soul impaired.
I walk through the mist of my unforgetable past.
The people I love are moving too fast.
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Indeed the mind is our mystery, and it is much a reason why we keep moving through life, despart the what and Why of life. Good writes.10/10
A lovely poem with great insight and more than a sprinkle of early wisdom.